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remo ving her robe. But the urgent feel of his hands could in no way be misinterpreted.
    The ir goal was to get her naked.
    He stroked her skin through the robe, lingering along her shoulders and arms instead of efficiently pulling the covering off. His heat radiated inches from her back, not bothering to main tain a discreet distance for propriety. His breath warmed the side of her neck, close enough to be fe lt through her hair, instead of … Yes, he was stripping her of her armor.
    And she let him.
    The material was tossed aside, unnecessary where they were heading. He pressed closer, the thinness of her nightgown no barrier to his touch. Her skin came alive as he made contact. She gasped. Though she knew he was virtually a stranger, her body seemed to r e cognize him, every inch acknowledg ing his effect on her with a jolt of electricity .
    Without conscious thought her hips rotated against him, pressing the curve of her cheeks into the cradle of his th ighs. His moan echoed in her ears . She couldn’t believe how hard he felt, even through the clothes he still wore. As if he needed her, desperately, like no other man ever had.
    The tingle that worked its way down her spine settled in her core, wetness coating her , thick and warm. She repeated the motion, fascinated with his response to her, intent on driving him to act.
    His la rge, sure hands traced the slope of her hips, down to the edge of the sleep shirt, then back up along bare skin. When he reached her hips , he paused, squeezing the flesh curving over bone. Her breath shuttered through her lungs, her body shaky and overwhelmed. His touch wa s so good. But she needed more.
    Glancing back over her shoulder, she found his eyes downcast. He watched the movement of her body, the press of her flesh against his groin. Her heart sped up, though why this excited her , she wasn’t sure. But it did.
    Suddenly his exploring touch gathered force, became demanding and directing, rotating her harder against him. His own hips pressed forward, adding to the force with which they met. The denim of his jeans rasped against the cotton of her shirt, but she was ever cons cious of her nakedness beneath.
    “God,” he groaned. “I have to feel it, feel you.”
    The drag of his fingers felt like he had to pry himself away, but within moments he fumbled with the button on his fly. Tori twisted, wanting to help, but he stopped her with a firm grip. “No. Stay like th is.”
    Waiting was excruciating , yet exciting too. Hearing the fumble of his fingers had her pressing her thighs together, reveling in another gush of moisture. The pulse in her clit was strong er than she’d ever felt and they hadn’t even gotten naked yet.
    Having sex with Damon might be more dangerous than the man lurking outside .
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
Chapter Five
     
    Damon cursed under his breath as the layers of clothing he’d dragged on to stay warm now thwarted his struggles for remova l. If he didn’t get out of the restraining mat erial, he might just strangle a very important part of his anatomy permanently.
    Breaking his cock would not make a good first impression.
    Finally the zipper yielded to his pull and he yanked it the rest of the way down. Spreading the placard of his jeans, he then pushed them from his hips, along with the sweats and boxers underneath. He didn’t have the patience to strip completely, so he left the clothes in a tangle around his thighs. His hands returned to the soft upper curve of Tori’s hips, dragging her sleep shirt with them.
    For a moment his intentions deserted him. All he could process was the picture of Tori ’s full ass with the tiny pink G-string tucked between the cheeks . His grip tightened. “Oh, sweetheart. You are trying to kill me, aren’t ya?”
    The subtle movement of her hips accompanied soft laughter. She wouldn’t be amused if she could see into his brain. All he could think about at the moment was bending her over and